Doc groaned but Carrie laughed. “Shower first,” she said. “I’ve got sand…you don’t even want to know where I’ve got sand.”
“Should we conduct an inspection?” I grinned and slid my hand over her hip, walking my fingers toward her cleft.
“In the shower,” she laughed. “But we have to be quiet. Don’t want to wake the parents.”
The shower was welcome heat after the cool night air. We used the downstairs shower instead of going to the big one upstairs-no one wanted to wake Doc’s parents.
We washed each other so thoroughly, every crack and crevice, that not a speck of sand was left.
“Inspection time,” I announced, dropping to my knees in front of Carrie and running my hands up over her hips and belly and ribs. Her tummy was slightly more rounded than it had been when I met her-of course, so was mine. We were all putting on holiday weight, and I made a mental note to head back to the university gym after break.
“Find anything?” She leaned back in her husband’s arms and let me part her thighs.
“Just this one thing,” I breathed, inching my mouth close to her crevice. “Right here.”
She moaned when I sucked her clit between my lips and Doc kissed her quiet, his soapy hands moving over her heavy breasts. She was so sexy like that, thighs spread, chest heaving, eyes closed and mouth agape, totally lost in her pleasure. The water ran down her skin in little rivulets, beading on her belly and breasts, and I licked off the streams that merged at the apex of her thighs.
“Hold me, Doc,” she begged, leaning even further back against him. “Oh spread me open for her hot little mouth!”
He took her weight, lifting her legs, grabbing into her thighs and pulling them far back. It made her swollen pussy protrude into my mouth even more, her usually hidden clit stand out. I groaned and buried my face against the slippery wet swell of her cunt, focusing right on her pleasure center. But that still wasn’t enough.
My pussy was begging for attention and I spread my own legs a little so I could touch myself while I licked her. Doc’s fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and thighs, leaving red marks, but she didn’t seem to care. His eyes were dark with lust as he watched me suck at his wife’s pussy, and I couldn’t help myself-I had to have him too.
Doc groaned when I reached for his cock, water-wet but also slick with pre-cum at the head, making it easy to stroke him. It wasn’t easy to coordinate, licking, rubbing, stroking, but I caught a rhythm after a while. Carrie went first, shaking and moaning in Doc’s arms. He let one of her legs down to cover her mouth with his hand and she let go then with muffled screams, begging for more and then pleading me to “stop, stop, stop!”
“Christ,” Doc whispered as his wife sank to her knees beside me, the two of us turning our attention to his cock in the aftermath of her orgasm, looking up at him with wet hair and faces, eager for more. “I think I may be the luckiest man on planet earth.”
“You better remember it,” Carrie teased, her hand joining mine on his shaft. My mouth sought the head of his cock, greedy to be filled, and he let himself lean back against the tile as we gently fought for his dick, tongues meshing, fingers pumping.
“How could I possibly forget?” Doc gasped, his hands moving in our hair, guiding first me, then her, burying his cock in her throat and then mine, as if trying to decide which he liked best. And we both did our best to please him, each working our mouths and tongue with as much skill as we could muster.
“I want your tits,” Doc growled, grabbing onto mine and pressing them together.
He soaped his hands up and rubbed them all over my breasts, making them extra slippery. Then he lowered his hips and pressed my flesh around his shaft, thrusting into my cleavage.
“Oh yeah,” Carrie breathed, watching her husband fuck my tits. “That’s hot.” She was fingering herself, going for it again-god, we were all insatiable with each other. I could never get enough.
“Fuck my tits,” I begged, my fingers thrust deep into my pussy, fucking my own hand like it was a cock. I wished it was. I wished he had at least two-one for her and one for me. Maybe more. One for my mouth, my pussy, my tits…my ass…oh god…
“Come all over me!” I pleaded, desperate for it. Doc moved his hips fast, his cock lost in the slippery, soapy press of my flesh, his breath coming in labored pants.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he whispered, his face twisting in pleasure, his pelvis grinding against my chest as the first thick rope of his cum bathed my throat. The next wave hit the top of my cleavage, dripping back down into the soapy crevice, and that’s the moment that I whimpered and fully gave into my climax.
Carrie was coming too, rocking her hips and resting her forehead against my shoulder, watching her husband flood my tits with his cum. She rubbed it into my flesh like lotion with her other hand, slicking me up nicely before we all stood, washing off the mess again.
When we snuck back to bed-Doc and Carrie to their room with the double bed and me to mine with the little twin-I couldn’t help it, I touched myself one more time before I could fall asleep, finally almost-satisfied, remembering the weight of them on me, in me, loving me.
Chapter Nine
I woke up in Doc and Carrie’s bed on the morning we were supposed to fly home from Key West, not quite sure where I was. I vaguely remembered drinking margaritas the night before-Chuck mixed them a lot stronger than Doc did-and dancing out on the patio with Carrie. Doc’s parents went to bed at midnight and left us out on the beach alone. Carrie had passed on the margaritas, saying her stomach was a little upset, but it didn’t stop her from grinding with me until two in the morning, with Doc occasionally joining us so we could sandwich him between our writhing bodies.
I was half out of the bed, my arm dangling to the floor, one leg off the edge, and when I turned my head, I saw Carrie sleeping soundly, a little drool leaking out onto her pillow, her hair mussed around her face. On the other side of her, Doc had his cock in his fist, hand moving up and down the shaft, his breath a light pant. His motion shook the bed a little and I realized that’s what had woken me. I wasn’t in my bed, I was in theirs, and as I listened to Doc stroking his cock, I remembered just exactly what we’d been doing the night before.
He shifted his hips and murmured something, clearly lost in a fantasy. Who was he picturing, I wondered, me or his wife? Or both of us? And what deliciously deviant thing was he doing to us in his imagination? I didn’t want to wake up Carrie, she was sleeping so sweetly, but my pussy starting asking for attention as I listened to Doc. I tried to do it as quietly as I could, sneaking my hand slowly down under my panties. I was amazed I was actually still wearing a pair, after the night before.
“Oh yeah, Dani, give me that sweet little ass,” Doc murmured, giving a low groan.
“Fuck that’s so
I saw him lick the circle of his thumb and forefinger and slide it slowly over the head of his dick and knew now just what he was imagining. My ass clenched in response, but my fingers moved in faster circles against my swollen clit.
He was really shaking the bed now and when I glanced at Carrie I saw her eyes were open and she had a sleepy smile on her face. She was listening too. I met her eyes as he imagined fucking my ass, thrusting up into his own fist, and she winked at me.
“Are you sure you don’t want the real thing?” Carrie purred, turning over and surprising the hell out him. He gave a little yelp but there was nowhere to go-he was decidedly caught. But aside from his initial surprise, he didn’t mind at all when she reached for his cock and took up where he had left off. “You want to fuck Dani’s tight little asshole?”
I squeaked in protest at her offering me up as a sacrificial lamb, but my body responded in spite of my mental denial. My ass clenched again in fear though as I imagined it, god, he was so
“What do you say, Dani?” Carrie’s hand moved over the slope of my shoulder into the small of my back. “You ready for that?”
I bit my lip, my tummy tight, nipples hard with excitement. Was anyone ever really ready for anything? “No,” I
